Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.